In the history of the Red Stone Tribe, very few have reached this level.
Even the most powerful general among the Ogres is only at Level 12 at this ti.
The new king already possesses overwhelming power!
At this mont, an ogre suddenly looked up, sowhat puzzled, and said.
"Boss, what is that sound?"
A few people turned their heads and looked around, listening carefully, but there was no sound...
The leader was a bit annoyed, just about to speak, suddenly froze, and, along with others, turned to look at the endless dark abyss.
They gulped nervously.
There was a shudder in their hearts.
That, that down there is a bottomless abyss... how could there be any sound.
The leading ogre, bracing himself, stood up.
"Co with to take a look!"
With one leading, the others ca to their senses, quickly stood up, and stepped forward.
They reached the edge area.
Here, a waist-high low wall was built to prevent soone from accidentally falling at night.
They placed their hands on the wall and leaned forward to look down.
Below was darkness, not a hint of light to be seen.
Dense black fog a hundred ters below seed like a giant beast with an open mouth, swallowing all light.
Click-clack~ Click-clack~
That sound gradually beca clearer, coming from within the thick fog.
Several nearby ogres began breathing rapidly, swallowing saliva wildly.
Their hands trembled uncontrollably.
The air was oppressive to the extre at this mont.
Just as they were preparing to call for the army to gather.
The black fog suddenly twisted.
The next mont, a terrifying silhouette burst out of the rolling thick fog.
It was an unknown creature, with slender chanical limbs growing from its back. These chanical limbs wielded great strength, able to easily penetrate rock with each swing, supporting itself.
It ca up from below at great speed.
The dense black fog dispersed, revealing a clear body and face.
Several people instantly held their breath, exclaiming in shock.
"Prince Aite!!"
The Two-headed Ogre Chieftain Aite’s gaze was icy, his aura akin to an ancient beast.
His gaze swept over them, imdiately giving them an indescribable sense of terror and oppression.
It sent chills down their spines.
Click-clack~ Click-clack~
They seed to be pinned in place by an invisible giant hand, frozen where they stood.
They could only watch him approach bit by bit, until he slowly rose, his chanical limbs embedded in the rock.
Aite’s gaze fixed on them.
At this mont, their inner fear peaked.
"Prince Aite..."
The ogre leader’s voice was unavoidably trembling.
To think, to actually crawl out from the certain-death forbidden area?!
How is this possible!!
Moreover, he had beco so powerful that rely his emitted aura left him breathless.
Could it be that the gods favored him?
Aite continued to rise, looking down on them from above, speaking slowly.
"I have returned, and I will overthrow the rebels."
"Will you follow ?"
His indifferent voice carried infinite oppression.
In an instant, several ogres’ souls trembled, and they knelt to the ground without the slightest hesitation.
Using the humblest posture, they pressed their heads to the ground.
Speaking in a trembling tone.
"We are willing to follow your orders."
Among ogres, strength has always been respected.
Under his gaze, they found it difficult to breathe.
To erge not only alive from the forbidden land but also stronger, this must be the will of the gods.
Moreover, His Highness Aite is the true heir to the throne!
The Two-headed Ogre Chieftain nodded slowly.
His gaze looked into the distance.
Bastard rebels, are you prepared to et your doom?!
...
The unique nature of the fateful mission left Lear unable to intervene.
He could only let the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain go on his own.
But with the Authority of the Swamp already in hand, the power of Weilu City had also accumulated to a considerable level.
There was no need to forcibly retain a hero in the territory.
The temporary departure of the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain had little impact.
Moreover, he had enough trust in this 5-star hero, who had been transford by the Ancient Goblin God.
In recent battles, his true combat power had yet to be fully unleashed!
He eagerly anticipated the day he would see him return triumphant.
A half-plane, tens of thousands of warriors, plus several hundred years of accumulation.
It was no small amount.
On the evening of the 14th, the army began to return successively.
Many of the monsters attacking from the Wilderness left before reaching the swamp, once the aura of authority dissipated.
Those who persisted were quickly turned into corpses under the cleanup of Weilu City’s army.
The Great Demon hunted freely, Haggs led the Cold-blooded Cavalry to sweep through, and the Crimson Wasp covered the entire area... hardly missing any outsiders.
Finally, when the army completely returned to the territory, they brought back six to seven thousand more corpses.
Another nice source of inco.
Unfortunately, the nearby wild creatures were becoming fewer, and in the future, for large-scale hunting, they would have to keep searching outward.
Such large-scale hunts were not easily encountered.
At night, the territory was brightly lit.
The Blacksmith Shop was still busy.
With several large orders coming in, the Fray began operating 24 hours non-stop.
Every late night, the sound of steel forging continued.
Each strike of the hamr added to resources.
Thus, Lear felt quite delighted when he heard these sounds.
Though he had been busy all day, he did not rush to sleep, silently waiting for ti to pass.
In the blink of an eye, another five days had passed, and today was already the 14th. At midnight, it would be ti for intelligence updates.
The last intelligence update mostly contained warnings with little substantial gain.
But each intelligence update was like opening a blind box, and Lear maintained a considerable amount of anticipation.
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